WORDS

BUNKERPOP

A private haunting; I welcome you in.
I lean close to the wall – I hear voices talk, talk.

Pull the shutter down. Needle starts the sound.
Here but not quite, we’re touching fragile.

Don’t say I’m losing my mind – I feel you near.

Put a record on, make a Connection.
We’re not alone – our fingers touch.
Feel you here right in the room – coming alive, here but not
and you can’t stop this Bunkerpop.

Surface breaking; seance awaking.
Will you meet me here? I need you here.

I pull you now through the wall; its not rational.
We touch but not quite, in a Land behind.

Don’t say its all in my mind – I see you here.

Put a record on, make a Connection.

We’re not alone – our fingers touch.
Feel you here right in the room – coming alive, here but not

and you can’t stop this Bunkerpop.

I’m not alone. I’m not afraid.
There’s more than one way to communicate –
put a record on, put a record on.

Don’t say this is all in my mind – I see you here.

Put a record on, its a Visitation.
We’re not alone – our fingers touch.
And you are here right in the room – coming alive, here but not
and you can’t stop this Bunkerpop.

I’m not alone, I’m not afraid;
there’s more than one way to communicate –
Bunkerpop, Bunkerpop.

Will you meet me here? I need you here.
Bunkerpop, Bunkerpop.